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It’s been a few months since we started living together. And to say it’s been going well would be an understatement.
It’s been amazing.
When I can’t sleep, he is there to help calm me.
When I need him for anything, he is always there.
I couldn’t have asked for a better man to be my person if I tried.
And that’s saying a lot considering how determined I was to stay single.
“Why are you naked?” I ask.
“My clothes were covered in blood,” he replies casually.
“But you showered,” I point out.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy seeing him naked—it’s always an incredibly delicious sight. But Louise is about to come over as she wants to share some news with me that she, for some reason, couldn’t tell me over the phone.
“Does my cock offend you?” he jokes, thrusting his hips and making me laugh as it bobs up and down.
“No, it usually pleases me very much,” I state, smiling.
“Usually?” he questions, his eyes turning to slits as he frowns.
“Yes,usually. Sometimes when I see it, it’s in the shower, so then it clearly isn’t pleasing me because it’s not touching me.”
“You look real good in that dress,” he croons, coming closer and gripping my hips. I fall into his embrace and feel him harden further.
“I wore it to work.”
“Hmm… I wonder what it would look like if…” He spins me and grabs my hair, pushing me facedown, so my ass is in his crotch, and I’m bent over with my head down near my knees. A knock sounds on the door as he pulls at my hair, but he doesn’t let me back up. “I reckon I can make you come while she knocks on that door.” He pushes harder into me, and I yelp in pleasure.
“I…” I lose words when it comes to him.
This man? He leaves me speechless.
Some may call me crazy for loving Zuko, but I don’t know how to stop loving him.
“That’s right, Trouble. You know you want it.”
Louise knocks again. He pulls up my dress and slaps my ass. I am wearing a G-string, and he slides it to the side. Then I feel him at my entrance, playing and teasing me there. Not quite entering me but rubbing against all the most sensitive parts of me. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls a little harder.
Since the night I agreed to let him live here—because I burned his house down—we have played and played some more. The knife thing I haven’t quite warmed up to yet, and I’m not sure I ever will. He does love that knife though, about as much as he loves me I would say. He always carries it with him. Unless he’s in this house, then it’s put away.
When it comes to choking? Well, that I love. It puts me right on the edge and leaves me wanting more. It makes him happy, which in turn, makes me even happier. Zuko is a different ball game from what I am used to in men.
He doesn’t want.
He simply needs me.
And that’s it.
“Zuko…” I whisper.
“Yes, Trouble?”
“If you don’t enter me—” He slides straight in as Louise knocks again, and I have the wind knocked clean out of my lungs.
